Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby.
Last night, I did things I'm not proud of and I got a little crazy.
Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby.
And I don't even know his last name.
Oh, my momma would be so ashamed.
It started off, "Hey cutie, where you're from?"
And it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name.
We left the club right around 3 o'clock in the morning.
His Pinto is sitting there in the parking lot when it should've been warning,
And I had no clue what I was getting into, so I blame it on the cuervo.
Oh, where did my manners go?
And I don't even know his last name.
Oh, my momma would be so ashamed.
It started off, "Hey cutie, where you're from?"
And it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name.
Here we go...
Oohhh, today I woke up thinking about Elvis somewhere in Vegas.
I'm not sure how I got here, or how this ring on my left hand, just appeared out of nowhere.
I gotta go, I take the chips and the Pinto and hit the road.
They say what happens here stays here, all of this will disappear.
There's just one little problem...
And I don't even know my last name.
Oh, my momma would be so ashamed.
It started off, "Hey cutie, where you're from?"
And then it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name.
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
Oh, what have I done?
I don't even know my last name.
Well it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name.
It started off, "Hey cutie, where you're from?"
And then it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name.
Oh yeah...